The First Battle

The night was heavy with tension, the kind that pressed down on every breath, making even the air feel thick. Biodun stood on the rooftop of the warehouse, the heart of their fragile coalition. From up here, he could see the faint glow of the city's ruins in the distance, but there was something far more unsettling about the darkness creeping toward them. Hassan’s forces were out there, waiting to strike.

A sharp crackle came through his comm device, Zainab’s voice cutting through the silence. “Movement on the western perimeter.”

Biodun’s heart pounded in his chest, and the knot of anxiety he’d been holding in all day tightened. It was time.

“Tunde, gather your team,” he ordered, his voice low but commanding. “We’re about to have company.”

He could already hear the distant rumble of footsteps, the faint clink of weapons. The system’s interface flickered into his vision.

Gssmzzz!

Ding!

New Task: Repel Enemy Attack.